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back in the swing of things

So I went back to work yesterday for the first time since my surgery. It was a great day, and it felt really nice to feel welcomed back. Everyone was super excited to see me. The day was pretty normal, couple groups, lots of paperwork.

I definitely did not get enough protein in, of course. I had half of a pure protein bar before group, and then had a salad made with a roma tomato and marinated mozzarella, with balsamic vinegar, and a handful of raw trail mix. I drank in between throughout the day, which worked out fine, as I have a key to the kitchen and have access to all the ice I can handle! Yah! I love ice lately. The colder the better.

I made a "chicken hash" for dinner. I roasted a poblano pepper, peeled it and diced it. Added a scallion, 2 small red potatoes, some fresh corn from the cob (not much), garlic, cumin, and diced up a trader joe's chicken patty. It was amazing. I then topped it with an egg (ala hash), and a slab of smoked gouda with bacon cheese. This made two servings, I had one of course. The hash (without the chicken and cheese) came out to be about 200 calories. The cheese was amazing of course, from Yancey's Fancy here in Buffalo. The roasted chicken patties from TJ's are great. Even though the TJ patties have 22g of protein in them, I still seriously lacked the protein.

I started the day off with some Fuzzy Navel Nectar, as I am coming to terms with the fact that I can not get enough food in me yet to meet my protein requirements. I am going to be ordering some Click to try, and I made a pit stop at the Vitamin Shoppe to get some samples of pure protein bars. I took a few bites of the blueberry one, and it was so sweet. Definitely a dessert bar of sorts for me. Ha!

Today I went to the grocery store, and got some dairy goodness. Yogurt, Cottage Cheese, etc...and now I am relaxing a bit. Anywho...if you have any tips for upping the protein, let me know. And keep the ideas rated PG...pervs:)


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